My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
THATS FUCKING REAL?! OH GOD WHAT
OMFG I HATE OLD MEN PRETENDING TO BE TEENAGE GIRLS WHAT THE FUCK
i cut myself with a doctor pepper can/ so funny
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be the yuri you want to see in the world
Love ya too (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)
okay guys hear me out, jirai café
aosjdsidskfhfnfrgijfk ghnti ITS BEEN OVER 30 MINUTES WHY ON EARTH HAVEN'T THEY TEXTED BACK
I am Hamed from Gaza. We are living in extremely tragic conditions. There is no shelter, no food, no drink, and no means of living in this destroyed sector. Even the water that we use to clean our bodies from dirt and diseases, we could not provide it except with extreme suffering. Even my children are suffering in the shadow of this famine. There is no distribution of aid or anything. I hope that you will stand by me, my children, and my wife to help me so that we can stay alive. We smell the stench of death every day, and my children tremble with fear from the terrifying sounds of planes. I hope that you will help me and stand by me. Save my family, even with the very least. Save my family, save my family.
I can't donate but i can reblog :c
im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.
Ignore/block, don't report!! just a silly ventish blog. I go by co btw
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